When the company set off the next morning Marsilion rode close to the front, beside Anduneriel. He was eager to reach Rivendell, some of the younger elves residing there were well known to him. Also, if news of his family could be had anywhere in Eriador, Rivendell was that place. The ranger whispered a plea to the powers that Argil's wife and young children were being taken care of.
In his excitement he gripped Firien's sides tightly with his legs. The horse responded willingly, breaking into a rapid trot. Anduneriel shot him a reproving look, and he reined the mare in, sighing with impatience.
"We must not leave the hobbits too far behind, Marsilion." The elf reprimanded him. She was right. Marsilion bit back the quick reply that shot to his lips. They would be arriving soon enough. Marsilion looked around himself quickly. He'd travelled this road so many times he could likely do it if he were blind. Just the smells of the forest were usually enough to let him know when he approached the Ford of Bruinen. But today the smells were disrupted with the smell of lingering decay, and Marsilion looked about to confirm his guess.
It was the river coming up ahead, and the fords, as he'd expected. As the company crossed the water Marsilion's eyes sparkled, nearly there...
[ April 08, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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